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Weak Spot

Author's Note
SUM MATURE LANGUAGE THANKS TO JINA :)

Yerin's POV
"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, i am."

"I give up. Go shove your butt into my house. I don't care. I am going to work with Jina."

I smiled with glee and followed Yoongi like a puppy to his house.

"Yerin? What are you doing here with Yoongi?"

"Yoongi is uh- my friend."

I smiled painfully, knowing that it was not true. I would rather stab myself in the chest than be friends with that brat. Thankfully, Jina believed me and took out her pencil, sitting right beside Yoongi on the piano bench.
I nearly squealed. My ship is sailing. Yoona. I was fangirling as Yoongi face was practically red. Guess he really likes her. So, i casually walked around his house as a plan formed in my mind. Choi Yerin, you are such a genius.

I walked towards the couple and "accidentally" pushed Jina towards Yoongi. She let out a yelp and fell onto Yoongi. Her face was lying on Yoongi's shoulder and her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist.
Yoongi froze as his face got redder and his ears looked like they were bleeding. He looked at me with his eyes as wide as saucers and mouthed, "Help. What do i do?"
I smiled and shrugged. "Ask her if she is fine." I mouthed. He nodded his head and held onto her shoulders. "A-Are you a-alright?" Wow he really does like her.
I tried to keep in my laugh as I saw Yoongi stuttering and blushing like an idiot while Jina just said, "No, I am f*cking not." That's Jina. Yoongi smiled unconsciously as Jina covered her mouth. She only sweared in front if people she was close with.

Oh wait. She doesn't think she is close to Yoongi then. My shoulders drooped, knowing that this was going to be way harder than I thought.

"I can't believe you freaking did that."

Yoongi glared at me as I smiled, shrugging.

"You should be thankful. I helped you."

"You scared the shit out of her. How is that helping?"

"But you got skinship."

I pointed out as blood rushed up his face again. Ha. I hit his weak spot. "I don't know what you're talking about, fatty." My smile faded. He had to go that far. This jerk. I clenched my fist and stormed off. "Yah! Where are you going?!" I heard that jerk said. "Somewhere without you." I said through my gritted teeth.
The doctor may have said that i did not have depression anymore but that memory still haunted me. He teased me about my appearance. Maybe he does not know how hard it was for me to get over this insecurity.
Living a life in fear. Fear of people judging you. People teasing you. It isnt always easy. Life is cruel. People aren't born all perfect. I was born fat and ugly. People teased me. I did not ask for it. I used to do ballet. Until I grew fatter and uglier.
I wore a ballet leotard that exposed all my fats. Ballet was like torture. I loved ballet. Loved. Until I grew fatter. I worked out and told myself I would not go on a diet. People stared at me. More like they judged me.
My life was a living hell. A girl was in the same ballet class as me and in the same school as me. She bugged me everyday, saying, "Hey, fatty. How is it like for you to squeeze yourself into a leotard that is already in the biggest size, hug?"
Everyday I put on a fake smile and face everybody. My whole family did not understand me. They would not even if I told them anyways. They would wave it off and say that it was just in my head.
No one understood me. I keep in my tears everyday. I try not to break out in tears and face everybody with a happier version of myself.
I look at myself in the mirror. The mirror was a reminder that I was a broken, fat and ugly girl. I wished I could die. Maybe living in heaven was better than living here, I often thought.
I had no guts to suicide though. Laughable, wasn't it? My life was like a cycle of hell. Everyday that girl would tease me. Every week I wear that leotard wondering if one day I could get skinnier and prettier. I could not escape it. My mom did not let me quit ballet.
I did not want to tell her the real reason and just said I did not like it anymore. And she did not buy it, unfortunately. And when i get back home, I am faced with a father that was making out with another lady and a mother who was bawling because of that father.

My life was living hell.

Author's Note
I am sorry for just spilling my whole life out there. But the father part was not really true. Yeah... um I hope no one asks about this. This is really personal and the whole thing is wrote was true. But I got over it. It happened when I was 8 to 12. 4 years and I nearly cried writing this. Please don't ask about this, thank you.